LaundryYesterday was my laundry day. 

Because I have so many bodywork sheets to wash it often is quite a big bag once I get round to making time to do it. This time was no exception.

I do my own personal items more frequently in the small washer and dryer shared by the three cottages on the property where I live.  But doing the sheets is a production.  It requires loading them into the car and going to the local laundromat about 15 minutes from home. As the bag grows in size I often will pick out a few to wash here. I usually do this when I’ve gotten a bit behind in my washing duties. I then stare at the bag and feel guilty its gotten this big, yet again. I always wish I could stay on top of it but life manages to get in the way.
 
I used to send my sheets out. I would drop them off in a big mangled heap and return to find them washed, precisely folded and wrapped neatly in bags. And all I needed to do was hand them my credit card. I would put them away as soon as I got home and look at the little deflated bag in the corner of my treatment area with a sense of ease. But it wasn’t a sense of accomplishment.
 
Although my sheets were now clean I didn’t do the job. And I felt something was missing. I felt that I was handing over a tool of my trade to be cared for by someone other then myself, someone I didn’t even know. And it concerned me. 
 
Since I believe so strongly in how everything transmits energy I wondered about my sheets. Were they receiving the loving care I knew they needed to be the conduit of care I wanted them to be for my clients. This is something I knew I could give them if I made the time to wash them myself. 
 
So, about four months ago, I began to do them myself again. And discovered I enjoy the process.
 
I set aside more then enough time to make sure they get done and plan the trip at a time the laundromat will be close to empty.  I usually find a parking spot pretty close to the door (yesterday the parking Fairies really liked me as I was directly in front of the door-yee haw!) and I begin the process of carting them in, sorting, washing, drying and folding. Once they are all done and folded, they get placed in the bag, back in the car, driven home, back in the drawers and I look at that little deflated bag with a sense of accomplishment.
 
And I feel calm. 
 
I don’t multitask while I do the laundry and try to leave the phone in the car.Yesterday I did take a walk to the grocery store next door to purchase 3 items I needed but the pace was so relaxed because I knew I didn’t have to rush-there was no point. I was on “laundry time” and at the mercy of the wash and dry cycle. It got me wondering how often we rush for no reason at all.  And what this does to our health.
 
Nowadays so many of us have forgotten the pleasures in a simple task. We often look to hire someone to do something we may deem not worthy of our time. I do agree there are tasks that require someone of more expertise to do, or even someone who is simply better at it. And if you genuinely don’t have the time why not give a job to a person who most probably will appreciate the opportunity of work (keeping the cycle flowing). But I think in many ways we end up taking it to an extreme. Doing a simple task like laundry, cleaning the bathtub, washing dishes, gardening are all precious moments to use to go inside and experience quiet and peace while still being engaged.
 
One of my own personal pet peeves is when I see people walking their dogs and talking on the phone. What a beautiful opportunity to share with your furry companion who has probably been waiting all day for you to get home from work. Yet what I see so often is people walking, talking and disconnected. Yammering away on what almost always sounds to me (most often these folks talk LOUD) like a throw away conversation. Their dog occasionally peering up to see if they are paying attention. It actually breaks my heart.  
 
Doing a simple task with attention and direction can be a moving meditation if you allow it to be. It often can give your mind an opportunity to journey to a different vista and to see things with new eyes since the task does not require concentration.  Great ideas are born out of simple tasks.  Ask Google why they have a play room with ping pong tables and board game and they will tell you its true.
 
So, now my sheets are done and I get to use my favorite natural soap and my dryer balls made of wool.  I get to make sure all the love and care I can give them gets infused into every fold.  And I hope that is felt when people stretch out on them. And I may even be in a more balanced place myself having taken time to do my own laundry. Who knew laundry day could be so beneficial.  
 
Namaste’

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